#Chapter 21 - Assassins

Aldo Instinct took over, and I dove sideways. The intruder’s gun cracked again. Again. Again. My feet hit the glossy hardwood behind the bed, and my knees folded. Dropping me down behind the makeshift barricade. Safe—for now. The bullets shattered the wall behind me. White plastered sprayed the floor like patchy snow. “Where is he?” someone shouted. Boots stomped. “Do you see him? They were looking for me, but they hadn’t found me in the darkness. Good. The element of surprise was still on my side. And I’d be sure to use that to my every advantage. I slid under the bed, gun in hand. My heart beat like an anvil against the inside of my ribcage, my breaths shallow. Adrenaline honed my senses to a razor’s edge. But my hand on the gun was steady. So I knew, this time, I wouldn’t miss. “Where the fuck did he go?” He hadn’t tracked me. Wouldn’t know where to expect my attack. Good. “Leave him!” “No, he could be anywhere …” Damn straight. They’d broken into my h